Everytime you walk away,
Every line you talked was great ,
But your very minds thoughts were gray,
And your plots were way...
Way further away..than the top of the place ,
You got dropped off at & made,
a door dash ,pedal 2 the metal 2 the floor, split...
& in the blink of an eye ,morphed quick,
In to a what you used to mourn, stick...
Your nose up at..
But some crap,
You couldnt come back from ,
Yeah hun, its like that,one..
Day ,You may see ,
The days light flee,
& escape into the darkness of the nights deep,
Blackness..you keep goin' back in...
Back to black in as many fractions,
As the satisfactions been shattered,
& scattered through out the matter,
Of space time in galaxies,
While you face time all your fallacies,
But couldnt make time 2 salvage things,
All the pain & suffering amounts 2 be,
Infinite months & countless weeks,
As it all just swirls around & down sinks,
Just when you thought that all doubts leave,
The doubts creep ,
Back in & surround me,
You pick me up from the gutter ,
Utterly just 2 drown me,
Mister illegitimate,
A.K.A. the foundling,
The one who used to get clowned 4 grounding ,
If this starts sounding,
Redundant, reppugnant,
Like the way your parents blindly trust shit ,
That this government,
Down our throat be shovin' shit,
Not one by one ,but by the dirty dozen quick,
Have you diggin your own grave ...shovel shit,
We in trouble ,get..
Your head out your medicated headache medication takin',
Satanic holiday celebratin',
Accepting hell into the house they stay in...
Made by brick layers ,
A.K.A. see-crit masons ,
With hidden staircases,
& make shift spaces goin' into places straight through the neighbors adjacent
basement ,
& in the case shit,
Hits the fan you better make plans B replacements ,
Just 2 embrace the way crow tastes when you eat it with a bold face,
Goin' green, sustainable with no waste,
Bringin' that speed down 2 a slow pace ,
Playin' devils advocate, you fags can get,
Stabbed with a javelin & gravitate 2 a ghost face,
Click your heels 3 times & say " There's no place..."
No place like E.T. phone home ,
Homie ,you just a drugged clone ,
That ended up stoned,
When un-throned ,
Does that really take place ,
Im sure 2 the snakes its an activity thats day 2 day,
An activity thats just second nature as it wrecks nature ,
& collects major,
Particles that reflect danger...
I'm hit the road ,homesss..
So to this very day I find a way 2 deflect haters...
Have a nice day & I will catch up on the flip side ,get high , & connect later...
FlatNasty
